The ant’s diet is determined digitally
A thing is either edible or it’s not.
There’s no mulling it over,
The decision to eat is made instantly.

Yeah, but Homo Ergaster sat on his haunches
And had to decide to eat the muddy vile roots
He exposed, he was hungry as Hell.

We died in our thousands eating the wrong thing
And some things were borderline, barely edible
And we ate them anyway.

We know the vast analog between mere sustenance
And a glorious banquet of delicacies
But I still hate onions.